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Well, Kimberly, I almost blew your head off by accident. How do you feel about that?
I sigh and walk to the door, pulling it open and stepping outside so that she can’t see the shotgun lying on the floor. She’d probably assume I was trying to kill myself.
“Hey, what’s up?” I ask, smiling at her like I wasn’t a twitch away from killing her.
“Um, I just wanted to know if you were doing alright. You’ve seemed a little distracted these past few days, especially when Savva has been over. I hope he’s treating you right.”
I nod, my eyes wide as though I’m pleading with her to believe me. “Oh, I’m totally fine. He’s actually going to come back and, uh, keep me company.”
She smirks. “Alright, so I guess you’re not coming back to the bar tonight.”
“Oh, I mean, I could probably come out there now. I was just in here collecting myself. Long night.”
“I feel you,” she replies. “Well, if you don’t feel up to it, that’s fine. I have you covered, and there aren’t that many people tonight. It’s kind of winding down.”
“No, no, I’ll be there,” I assure her. “Just give me a minute.”
“Cool,” she replies, turning and walking back to the bar.
I wonder for a moment if she somehow knows about the pregnancy. I haven’t told a soul, and as far as I know, nobody has gone rummaging through the mirror cabinet in the bathroom at the end of the hallway. Maybe women can just feel those kinds of things.
The real reason for her concern probably does have to do with me being off, especially since I found out that I was carrying Savva’s baby. It’s impossible to hide the shift in my mood, from the downswing every time I think about the danger, to the incredible euphoria I get when I think about spending the rest of my life with Savva.
I probably look like I’ve lost my mind.
I go back into the office, propping the shotgun back in the same place in the corner so that Savva doesn’t think I’ve been in here playing around with it. I know I shouldn’t care, but I don’t want to have to answer any question as to why it’s been moved. It’s fine if he doesn’t know.
I return to the bar as I wait for Savva, and serving the customers makes it easier to wait for him. He’ll be coming soon enough.
26
Savva
The bar is still open when I arrive, and Maxim is still posted at the door, nodding to me as I walk in. Nothing has gone awry in the few hours I’ve been gone, and Oakley is back at the bar, pouring beers and cutting limes.
Even though I don’t live here like Oakley does, I feel a bit like I’m walking back into my own home. There’s comfort in knowing that Oakley has been waiting for me. I’ve never had someone to come back to at the end of a long day.
I drop my stuff off in the office, and before I can come back out, Oakley is behind me, grabbing my ass and acting like I act toward her.
I laugh and turn around, flipping the script and taking control of her. She squeals in delight as I pick her up and toss her onto the couch, climbing on top of her and pressing my cock into her ass. “Let me make this clear, the only thing you’re in charge of is the bar. You can leave the rest to me,” I tease.
She looks over her shoulder at me, struggling underneath my weight. “So, you admit that you’re not clever enough to run a place like this.”
I roll my eyes, grabbing her head and pushing it into the cushion. “I’m smart enough to leave it up to you, that’s all. I make my money elsewhere.”
I get off of her, allowing her to breathe again. She immediately rolls over and hops off the couch, narrowing her eyes at me. “That’s right, you do make your money elsewhere since you’re not taking money from the bar anymore. Is that permanent, or just until you get bored of me?”
“I’ll never get bored of you,” I reply, feeling the meaning of my words fully in my soul.
She appears to be surprised. “What turned you into such a romantic?”
“Haven’t I always been?”
She laughs. “No. I distinctly remember you calling me a slut on several occasions.”
I cringe because she’s right. My opinion of her has changed since then, but it’s hard to describe without sounding like a total wimp. I want her to know I care, but I don’t want her to think I’m weak.
“Well, I think you’re a very lovely and respectable slut, if that makes it any better,” I reply.
